Wrapped in a red knitted blanket, Arabella stepped out to the patio for some air. She was greeted with a soft chill breeze making her shiver slightly. Winter was here. A thin layer of snow had delicately covered the leafless trees that surrounded the house. The ground glinted as though it was frosted in white silk, while the sky appeared like one giant pearl hovering from above. It was a beautiful quiet Friday morning.
Pro Patria Mori, A Story
The sky was dark red. It almost seemed the skies were at war too. The sun was ready to set. Jack noticed how unusually big it looked at that moment. He lied there waiting, head turned to the horizon where the sun would soon fall into as night took its rightful place.